Sunday, October 14, 2012

Rain delay

Well, my intentions of delving into Chapter 8 of the
edge-of-your-seat Adventures of Sir
Galahad yesterday were sidetracked yesterday to cataclysmic shifts in my
sleep schedule. Friday night, I was
having difficulty keeping my eyes open and so I went back to my room and lay
down on the bed a little after eight…and woke up around 11:30pm. And that
was pretty much it as far as sleeping for the rest of the night went; I ended
up watching a few of the talking heads shows and working on a couple of e-mails
for friends. Saturday morning I ran a
few errands with mi madre, stopping by both our banks (we had deposits) and
running by MacDonald’s for a milkshake.
(We used up a tank of gas waiting behind stupid people at the bank
drive-thrus, which irritated Mom to no end.
Honest to my grandma, at one point she yelled: “Why do people have to aggravate me so?!!”)

Back at the house I ate some lunch, and then decided I’d try
to get in a quick nap…that lasted from 1-6pm. By the time I woke up, I had that achy I’m-getting-a-cold
feeling, and I didn’t eat much dinner.
The ‘rents and I started to watch The
Blob (1958) on TCM on Demand, but Mom got up in the middle of it, muttering
“This movie is awful.” After Blob, I moseyed hack to the bedroom…and
hit the bed again. I didn’t wake up
until 3:30am, and that’s only because
a princess awakened me with a kiss. (I
have no idea how she got into the house, btw.)

So now I’m trying to tell myself I’m awake, and it’s not
easy because Me-TV is showing an episode of Burke’s Law that was
written by Harlan Ellison and features Telly Savalas sleeping on a bed of
nails (!). If I can, I will try to get
chapter 8 of Galahad finished today…if
not, I’ll reschedule it for next Saturday.
Pleasant dreams!

6 comments:

Ivan, you have my sympathy. Trying to maintain my own serial coverage (which you partially inspired) around all this Real Life nonsense has been a major juggling act lately. Movie blogging is clearly not for sissies.

I am always in awe of the incredibly creative excuses you have for not doing things. But on a more sympathetic note, you must have been fighting off a really bad bug to need all that sleep -- hope you are feeling better. I've been sick as a dog myself ... so sick I actually am beginning to look like a neglected mutt.